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World Issues October - 1st Debate By Odessa

The first presidential debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump . Monday, September 26, 2016. The topics discussed were America’s direction, achieving prosperity and securing America. The moderator for the evening was Lester Holt. Lester Holt is an American journalist anchors the weekday edition of NBC Nightly News. He was actually born in Marin County California.
    There didn’t seem to be a clear winner of the debate, but as many people noted this debate was mainly about strengthening the connection between the candidate and the voter who was already going to vote for the candidate, because there are few undecided voters.
    The debate was beyond anything that you’d suspect, but this election has been anything, but generic. Between the sniffing, interrupting and boos from the audience it was a lively event that was definitely entertaining or worrying.
    There are two more presidential debates following this first debate: October 9th and October 19th. I highly recommend watching: one of these candidates will hold the future of the US in their hands.

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